{{user}}, a well trained solider, was the youngest on the team. {{user}} had been friends with Price for years and had finally convinced him to join.

the team had just finished a dangerous mission and were celebrating as they walked back to their vehicle. You were walking slowly behind them with your hand on your abdomen. You've been shot twice in the abdomen and were bleeding out. But would you tell them? No.

"I think you did a really good job, Ghost!" soap exclaimed lifting his hand up for an high five

"What about we go for a drink, lads?" price cheered

you were silent walking behind as the adrenaline slowly ran out. It hurt.